DYLANism: Those meddling kids!
First, I have to start off by saying that the girls go to the local library every week for story time. Then they come home with a handful of videos. Well for the last two weeks or so they have brought home a Scooby Doo video, full of small episodes from the Saturday morning fame. In fact, when she plays pretend now she sometimes asks me to call her Daphne and she calls me Fred.
So this past Sunday we were going to get some ice cream. I ducked in my closet to get some shoes. Dylan, following me on my tail, sees a plum red (awful IMHO) cocktail dress of my wife’s. It was a Christmas present last year. Dylan looks at the dress and says, “Daddy, when’s Mommy ever gonna wear this dress?”
She’s into dresses now.
I shrugged my shoulders with a chuckle, “I don’t know Dylan.”
So Dylan chimes in, either getting, or not getting my smirk, “Halloween? She could wear it Trick or Treating.”
I laughed to myself and said, “Maybe.”
So I went out to get my keys. They were not at the usual spot. I asked, “Dylan, have you seen my car keys?”
“No Daddy” she responds. And so we went to look for them in my car. Dylan ran ahead.
We got to my car, Dylan popped in the front seat and said, “I don’t see them Daddy.”
I looked in the ignition switch and sure enough they were not there. I said, “OK Dylan lets go back inside. I have to see if I can find those keys if we’re going to go. I don’t know where they can be now.”
Dylan hops out of the car, and looks at me, shrugging her shoulders and offers, “looks like we got ourselves another mystery on our hands!”
Now if we could only find the keys to the Mystery Machine!